Bet Battle

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Mason.

The only male that can make me cringe by hearing his stupid name, mainly being called out by different pitches of voices all throughout that day and into the night.

The only male that I find truly and utterly disgusting.

The only male, or person really, that I absolutely loathe with every fiber of my being.

It was seven in the morning and another one was sashaying her way out of his apartment. I shook my head, bringing my knees up to my chest. This was the very reason the balcony connected to my bedroom was both my favorite and least favorite part of the apartment I shared with my best friend. My favorite because there were often times I could come out here and enjoy the quiet; read a book, get lost in my thoughts, paint my nails, anything I wanted to do. But then, it was my least favorite because of the apartment across from me where the boy I loathed the most lived, bringing woman after woman into his apartment - leaving the blinds opened, mind you - and sending them on their way when he was done with them.

My best friend and room mate, Michelle, slid the doors open bringing out two cups of coffee as she sat in the chair across from me. I really couldn't ask for a better person to share an apartment with. We understood the sarcasm the other dished out, we understood when the other just needed to be alone and, most of all, we understood when we just needed the other to be there even if we sat in a complete, comfortable silence.

She pulled one leg up, tucking it under the other before looking over at me with her big, bright green eyes. 'Okay, what's going on?" She questioned, tucking a loose strand of her honey blond hair behind her ear.

I playfully rolled my eyes before sipping the coffee she had brought out. "What do you mean?" I played dumb. One thing I never told her was the hatred I had for the boy in apartment 315B.

She tilted her head to the side before waving her hand at the very apartment. "You've been sitting out here for the longest time, scowling at that apartment like it killed your cat or something."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the way she had described my actions, but a heavy sigh soon followed. "I just- I don't know, it's not my business, really."

"But I want to know what's bothering you so much, do you like him, Raelynn?" She scooted her chair a bit closer to mine, ready for a confession that was never going to come.

"No, God no." I shouted, crinkling my nose up in disgust. "I can't stand him."

She furrowed her brows, giving me a look of confusion. "But you- you don't know him..?" She stated, though it came out as a question.

I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. "He's someone I don't want to know, the filthy fucking pig." Her eyes were wide, begging me to continue. "You wanna know how many women he's had in his apartment over the past two weeks?" I question.

When she nods, I continue, "twenty-seven, that I've noticed, God knows how many more their are."

"It's sick, but why does this bother you?" I could tell it was a genuine question.

I shrug, "it shouldn't, right? But I just can't help but feel sorry for them. Do they know that he's just using them, that they aren't the only ones?"

I sighed, thinking back to the one who had wronged me. The one that, surprisingly, Michelle didn't know about due to the fact that I was ashamed about it. He was the one who had used me to try to take the one precious thing that could only be lost once: my virginity. I remembered all the sweet words he had spoken, all the gifts he showered me with. But most of all, I remembered the night that I was going to give him the part of me I could never get back. I remembered walking to his door, ready to knock and kiss the living hell out of him, only for the door to be swung open by a bleach blond floozy, still buttoning her flannel up on the way out. I remembered the look on his face and the constant "reassurance" that she didn't mean anything to him.